WAR CRY
When the war is over
And the victory is won,
When wounds are healing
From hearts that are torn,
When tears are rolling
For lives that are gone,
The empty seat,
The empty bed,
The empty embrace
From a child who’s gone,
The family portrait
That’s missing a face,
The silent laughter
From a voice that is lost,
When the war is over
And the victory is won,
When you start from scratch
Because all is lost,
When you stretch a hand
And there is no one to hold,
When a soldier comes home
To a hero’s throne,
With every victory
Part of us dies.
By E. Alubaka Asher
